I look around in a startle.

"Who said that??" I call.

"Hello young chief of Berk." I see the crow.

"Did... did you just talk?" I ask.

Maybe it's the blood loss or the immense pain in my head. Was I hearing things?

"Do you think you're hearing things?" The crow asks.

"I... I must be." I mutter.

"And if you're not?" The crow asks. 

"I... it's the blood loss." I say.

"Is it really that?" I see the crow's eyes glowing greenish.

I draw back. This place... this place is evil. I can feel it. I trip and slam into the ground. I hiss as the sand enters my wound. I get up and crawl away from the crow. It flies over and plops onto my leg.

"Um... what... who are you?" I cough out.

"I am Alithira my lord." It lowers its head.

"How... how can you talk?" I ask.

Alithira flies and I see her transform into a human. My eyes widen. Maybe I really am going crazy? Is this Hell? Is this Niflheim? She had white hair braided back. Her dress was black and covered in golden markings. She had a collar made with the fur of some kind of animal, with some kind of tooth-like necklace. I move back. Her eyes were green. My eyes widen.

"You're...you're... a witch?" I ask.

I see her mouth an answer, but I can't hear it. I slam into the ground and everything fades to black.